CALIFORNIA SONGSTER.

CONTAINING

A SJ;~LECTION OF LOCAL AND OTHER POPULAR SONGS:

OIVL'IO A TRUE SKETCH OF THE UPS Al'!D DOWNI Oi' A CALIFORNIA Lli'E.

TH& WHOLE COMPILED AND ARRANOt.D

BY D. E. APPLETON,

SAN FRANCISCO:

:/U13LISHED BY NOISY CARRIERS BOOK AND STATIONERY COMPANY,

n LONG WHA.RF.

18 u 6.

PREFACE.

IN presenting this little work to the p~blic, the compiler is but 1illing up a blank that has Jong existed for a California Song Book; and in so doing we have but few promises to make-but will say that it is our intention to enlarge and gre\tly improve the California Songster. And in the meantime, if any of the many sojourners in the _mountaiHs, while breathing the pure air, and contemplating nature from the lofty Siera Nevada, kindle the spark of enthusiasm in praise :>f his country, please send them along, and we will render unto Cmsar those things that are Cm­sar!,,-or in other WQrds, give every man the credit of his own work.

And now, tru1Ung to a generous public, the Cqmpiler leaves it in the hands of those better able than himself to judge,

SAJf FR.ilcreco, ArRu, 25TJI, lfl55.

CONTENTS,

California Ho! 7 Adieu! Adieu! My Native Shore•! 8 Far O'er the Deep Blue Sea. II Life in California. 10 After Many Roving Years. HI California Over the Left. • 13 California Songster. 15 Our City. 16 The Lo:sv Back'd Car. , 17 Rambling Boys of Pleasure. 19 Meet Me by Moonlight. 20 Nevada City. 20 l Knew by ihe Smoke. 22 California Legislature. • 22 A. Life on the Ocean Wave. 24 'I'he California Widow, (by J. H. Finn) 25 Love Was Once a Little .Boy. 27 Rory O'More. • . • 28 Bruce's Address to His Army. 30

Fare Thee Well, Thou Lovely One. 31 ?diner's Ups and Downs. •• 32 lfoneymoon Difficulties. 34 'I'he Dark-Ey'd Sailor. • 35

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CALIFORNIA. SONGSTER. -CALilOllIA RO I

•• \V ell, California is the place

Where all the world can see What Yankee boys are bound to do,

And destined yet to he :

11.

F11r here a town burnt down to-day, To~morrow will ariee,-

And Yankee at such: magic work Ne'er feels the least surpriee:

III.

For Yankee here has seen snch sighll Since this place was begun, ,

That noUiing now surprises hiJu Which bas or c&n be done.

JV.

At home the people call us green, And think we barely stay,-

While mothers wish their hopeful aona Were fed as well as they.

v. While full six months tb~y•re drifted in,

And freezing with the cold, 'l11eir hopeful sons are wallowing ia

The shining drifts of gold.

Tl CONTENTS.

San Francfsco Boatmen. The Girl I Left Behind Me. To Backus' Minstrels. Buckwheat Cakes. Oft in the Stilly Night. The Sea. He Never Said He Lond. John Chinaman. The False One. San Francisco. Some Love to Roam. Rushing Panic in San Francisco. The Silver Moon. Miner's La.ment. 'Tis the Last Rose of Summer. Highland Mary.

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CALIFORNIA SONGSTER. -CALIFORNIA HO l

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Well, California is the place Where all the world can see

What Yankee boys are bound to do, And destined yet to be ;

II.

FGr here a town burnt down to-day, To~nronow will arise,-

And Yankee at such magic work Ne'er feels the least surprise :

III.

For Yankee here has seen such sighta Since this place was begun,

That nothing now surprises hiln Which haa or can be done.

IV,

At home the people call us green, And think we barely stay,-

While mothers wish their hopeful sons Were fed as well as they.

v. While foil six months they're drifted in,

And freezing with the cold, 'l'heir hopeful sons are wallowing in

The shining drifts of gold.

8 CALIFORNIA SONGSTt:8.

VI.

Ami thus we pick a~d d~g away, With fortune full m view,

And yet shall show our ma'& at home, We've learned a thing or two.

VII.

We've made th~ fastest country here That man has ever seen,

So let them laugh-one truth is c\ea.r, 'Tis those who laugh are green.

ADIEU! ADIEU! MY lf ATIVE SHORE I

Adieu! adieu !-11\Y native snore Fades o'er the waters blue ;

The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

Yon sun that sets upon the sea, We follow in his flight ;

Farewell, awhile, to him and thee, M..y native land, good wgh\ !

With thte, my bark, 1'11 swif\ly go Athwart the foaming brine ;

Nor care what land thou bear'st me to-­So not again to mine.

W .elcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves, And, when ye fail my sight,

Welcome ye deserts and ye cavea, My native land-good night!

C1LltOR!IIA SO!fGST&R,

Fil O'ER THE DEEP BLUE BEA,

The moon is beaming brightly, love, Upon the deep blue sea ;

A trusty crew is waiting near, For thee, dear girl, for thee : ..

Then leave th'f downy couch, my love, And with tliy sailor .dee, __ .

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}Iis gallant bark shall bear thee safe Far o.'er the deep blue sea ;

Far o'er the deep blue sea ; (•ea. Far o'er th' deep, th' deep, th' deep blue

The &tonn-blrd s~p~_ ,upon the rock, No angry surges roar;

No sound disturbs ihe tranquil deep, Not e'en the dipping oar :

No watchful eye 1s on thee now, Conie, dearest, hie with mei

And cheer a daring sailor's love, Far o'er the deep blue sea.

Far o'er, &c.

She comes, sJ.ie comes, with trembling stepa, OH ! happy shall we be,

WQen landed safe on other shores, From every danger free :

Now speed ye on, ,my gallant bark, Our hopes are all in thee­

Swift be11r us to our peaceful home, Far o'er the deep blue sea.

Far o'er, &o. ---Why is a kiss like a rnmor 'l Because it goe•

&om mouth to mouth.

lO o.u.irouu. 1011e1T&L

LID lJr OALll'OBJILI., lf'rlttea bT Dr. llobllllml, ud IU11f b1 hlmNlf with ,-1

applaue, al the llramatic Ku111m, Su, Fnnolaoo.

Air--·• 011811 up Kan."

0 I ha'nt got no home. nor nothing e1ae, I 'apoae, Misfortune seems to follow me wherever I goes; I come to Califomia with a heart both stout and

bold, And have been up to the diggings, there to get

aome lumpa of go\d. But I'm a ueed 11p man, a perfect used up man, And if ever I get home again, I'll stay there if

I can.

1 livee 'way clown in Maine, where 1 heard abou\ the diggings,

So I ehlpped aboard a damed old barque com • manded by Joe Higgina ;

I eold my little farm, and from wife and children patted, .

And oft" t.o California eailed, a.nd lei\ 'em broken­hearted.

But here's a used up man, &c,

When I got to Sa.n Franciaco, I aaw such beape of money,

And the way the folks a.t monte played, I thought the game quite funny ;

So I took my little pile, and on the table tossed it, And the chap who dealt me out the !)ards, says,

" My friend, you have lost it!" So you're a. used up man, &e.

f got into a. steamboat and started up the riYer, Where I tho't the damed mosquitoes would b&'

ta.ken out my liver ;

O.lLll"ODIA IOJtGITllL 11

When I got to Sacramento I buckled on \hie rfg­

Anc! sotnf' found a decent place, an.I BO 1 went to digging.

.But I'm a. used op man, &Ii.

I got into the water, were the "fl!vcr-n-ager" took me, .

Aud after I was fr~e to death, 1t turned abous and shook me ;

But still I kept to work, a. hopin' 'twoold be bet-

But th:6~ter would'nt fall a bi', but kept a: get­ting wetter.

But I'm a used up man, &c.

I 'spose if I should die, they'd take me to the Mission, h .

Or else the dty 'd sell me to pay up my P ys1-cian • -

I've tried to ke&p up courage, and awore l would'nt

spree it, I'd Ii f And here's my pile for Jive months' work, e

a11 not you'd see it. For I'm a. used up man, &o.

I don't know what to do, for all the time Pm dodging,

To hunt up-grub enough to eat, and find a decent lodging:

I can't get any liquor, and no one seems to meet

Who'll:ke me by the collar now, and kindly a.sk to treat me!

Jl'or I'm a uaed up man, &c.

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U) C.lLIJQRIIU, IOKOSTS ••

UTD KAWY 11.ovmo YEABS. Ali r many roT10g yPare,

How sweet it is lo ccme 'l'o the dwelling-place or ear\y youth-

011r lir11t and dearest home i To tum away th011e weary eyea

From proud ambition's towers, And waoder ih the summer fielda,

Among the trees and flowers! Aiter many, &c.

But I am chang'd since laat I ga.a'd On yonder tranquil scene ;

And sat beneath the old witch elm, That aha.dee the vilhlge green!

And watched my boat upon the lake, As if it were a regal gaily,

And sigb'd oot for a joy on eartb, Bi:yond this happy valley !

After many, &c.

1 wish I could recall again That bright and blamele1:1s joy,

And summons to this wel!-ry heart, The feelings long gone by!-

I look on scenes of ·pasi delight, Without my wonted pleasure,

As a miser ou hi~ bed of death. Loob coldly on his treasure !

After many, &c.

Why do nero minstrels dress better than an, other society . · Because thev put on a bran new black coat event' night.

I CALD"ORNIA, 801'GSTII:• •

CALIFORNIA OVER TRB LB:rt. Oh, California, fa,nd of gold,

Many a heart has come to thee, When thy richne!IS• has been told

Over every land, through every sea.

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Where there is ol)e thy wealth made glad, Who to thy shores did roam ;

There are twenty it i, made sad, And cursed the ho~ they had come.

But still unto you from ev~ry land, Does the emigration flow,

Beck'on'd by thy golden hand To misery and woe.

The wealth that is hidden in thy aoi,I; Where ages it had laid,

It's only got through fatigue and toil, And the~ but few are paid.

If 11pon thy native shore _you can Earn your daily bread,

Stay, an~ you will be thought a man, But here that title is dead.

Here respect is paid to none, That ~ave not gold in store,

And favors are by interest done­To be criminal is to be poor.

But if in preacher's garb come you, Here the Lord to.praise,

Your impudence may carry you throuih. And superstition gi.ve you a raise.

CALll!'OR?llA. BONGSTJ:R.

l'.Awyers, too, can do well here, If they can steal and lie,

And God nor man they do not fear, No otlters need not try.

Or if elected you could be, No talents does it need,

To our Senate or Assembly, Your const,ituents do not heed.

ltememher you did not hither roam, Upon the laws to doat,

But to e1uicb. your Atlantic home By selling of your vote. '

Of Editors we have enough ~o poi~on all the Sb.te,

With their slander and their puff Of those they love or ha.te.

If not of those talents you are po11ee11t But honest11 inclined '

Stay where you have b~th peaceful rest, F'r that here you cannot find.

Be advi, ed by me this is not the 11pot, The World to you has told

Its ~ealthiest day11 are now f~r,ioi, Like the EI Dorado of old.

.TAcK TH& Gauuu:n.

B Why i~ the blush of modesty like a littl11 girl T . w;l!e_ It becomes a Woman. '1iey b!tf1

8 :~ink~:~i~e a

1. love-letter t Because

"""'"'r- mes.

OALlfORNU. 80NGST1:R.

KATY DABLUlO•

Oh, they tell me thou art dead, Ka.ty Darling, That thy smile I may never more behold!

Did they tell thee I was fa\se, Katy Darling. Or my love for thee had e'er grown cold!

Oh, they know not the loving Of the hearts of Erin's sons ;

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When a love like to thine, Katy Darlini, Is the goal to the race that he runa, Oh, hear me, sweet Katy,

For the wild flowers greet me, Katy Darling, And the love-birds are singing on each tree;

Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling, Behold, love, I am waiting for thee.

I'm kneeling by thy grave, Katy Darling! This world is all a blank world J;o me !

Oh, could'st thou hear niy wailing, Katy Darling, Or think, love, I am sighing for thee ;

Oh;methinks the stars are weeping, By their soft and lambent light ;

And the heart would be melting, Katy Daxling, Could'st thou see thy lone Dermot this night. Oh, listen, sweet Katy!

For the wild flowers are sleeping, Katy Darling, And the love-birds are nestling in each tree;

Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling, Or know, love. I'm kneeling by thee!

'Tis usefess all my weepin~, Katy Darling! But I'll pray that thy spirit be my guide;

And that when my life is spent, Katy Darling, They will lay me down to rest by thy side.

Oh, a huge grief I'm bearing, Though I scarce can heave a sigh;

bd I'll ever be dreaming, Katy Da.rliog,

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Of thy love every day till I die. Farewell, then, sweet Katy !

Far the wild flowers will blo&som, Katy Darling, And ihe lov• birda will warble on each tree :

But in h'laven I ahall meet thee, Katy Darling, For there, lo,e; thou'rt waiting for me!

OlJR Cl"rY, t.

T'otbet night when it was raining, I was up on Montgomery Street,

With my boota so finely polished, And my clothes so nice and beat,

When I wished to gain the other side, I jumped with all my might---

But the planks I thou~ht to light upon Just let me out of sight.

u. Soon the City Marshal came,

And with proud and \o~ stride, Marched me up to our Recorder's Court,

Where they had me scraped and tried • And diay said my gteat misfortune '

Really made them feel quite bad, ..... Then they asked me how much change I'd got,

And fined me all I had.

Ill.

So they're taxing all the trucki:nen, And I'm told they find it pays,

For the tea.meters now fill up the boles With ~rsee, mules, and drays.

OiLli'ORNli SONGBTJ:lt.

Such a stroke of financiering I am sure is hard to beat,

As the 6.oing teams for sticking In some filthy, muddy etrceC.

But the Council bear our burdens, On their broad, capacious backs,

And jusi ask that we don't grumble Wheu we're called to pay the tu.

THE LOW llACX'D CAB. BY SAMUEL LOVER.

When first I saw sweet Peggy, 'Twas on a Market Day,

A low back'd Car she drove and sat, Upon a tuft of hay.

But when that hay was blooming grass, And decked with flowers of Spring,

No flowers were there that could compare With the lovely girl I sing.

As she sat in that low backed Gar, The man at the Turnpike bar, Good-natured old soul, Never asked for his &oll,

But looked after that low backed Car.

In battle's wild commotion, The proud and mighty Man,

With hostile scythes demands hie tythes Of death in warlike scars,-

But Peggy, peaceful goddess, Hae darts in her bright eye,

That knocks men down in the Market Town,

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As right and left they fly; . As she sits in that low back'd Cai, The battle more dangerous far, For the doctor's art cannot heal the smart

That is hit from the low back'd Car.

Sweet Peggy round her car, sirs, Has strings of ducks and geese,

But the scores of hearts she slaoghten, By far outnumber these ;

Whilst she among her poultry site, Just like a turtle dove,

Well worth a cage, 1 do engage, With the blooming god of love.

As she sat in her low bac'k Car, The lovers come near and far, And envy the chickens that Pegir, is

picking, As she sits in her low back'd Car.

l'd rather own that car, sirs, With Peggy by my aide,

Than a coach and four, and gollr galore, With a lady for tny bride.

For the lady would sit forninet me, On a cushion made with taate,

V\Thii~ Peggy would 11it beside me, With my arm around her waist.

AB we rode in that low back'd Car, To be married by Father Mafr-1:r,

Oh, my heart would beat high, At each glance of her ·eye Ali we rode in her low back'd Car.

--o-

Why is a dead duck like a dead d, r ! Be· eause they have both stopped qu c.-km

CALIFORNIA SONGSTER,

ROILING BOYS OF PLEAS:traE-­you rambling boys of pleasure, .

Give ear to these few lines I write, It is true I am a rover, .

Anet in roving take great delight

I fix my mind on a fair maid. . Tho' oftentimes she does me slight,

My: mind is never easy, .But when my darling is in my s11rht.

The second time I saw my love, . I thought she really would be m1De,

But its the weather alters, . This maid did change her mmd.

Gold is the root of evil, .

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Alihough it shines with glittering hue, Causes many a lad and lass to part,

Let their hearts and minds be e'er so tme.

There's one thing more I have to J:fliate, Before that I do go away,

In my own country where l was born, Cupid would not let me free.

To leave my girl behind me, Oh dear, alas, what must I do,

Must I become a rover, And court some girl I never knew 1

Why aro lawyers the most intempera~. peo­ple 1 -Because they are continually practmng at the bar.

C.illrolllfU. SONGST.11:L

llEEl' JIE BY l[00NLIGBT. Meet me by moonlight -aJ011e,

Then I will tell you a tale ; Must be told by the moonlight alone,

1n the grove at the end of the vaJe. You must promise to come, for I said

I would show the nigbt_tlowers their queen­Nay t1,1m not away thy sweet head,

'Tis the loveliest ever was aeon.

Oh, meet me hy moonlight alone, Daylight may do for th~ gay,

rhe thoughtlees, tb11 heartless, the free ! But there is something about the moon' s ra.y,

That is swe~ter to you and to me. Oh, remember be sure and be ther e,

For though dearly a moonlight I prize, J cate not for. all in tJ:,e air,

If I want the sweet light of yout eyea : So .meet me by mponlight :J.lone.

-NEVADA CITY.

Nevada, in California, No place with bers compared,

She yields her thousands every day, By all classes to be shared.

She stands high up in the mountains, Her.foundation is pure gold;

Clear 1s her crystal fountain, And yet the half's not told.

C4LU'Oll!IU SONGST:&a.

Her walls are of crystal quartz, Four n,ioes make het centre :

He-J hOUlleB and tents are used as fo/,'ta, Where· no thief can enter•

Her trees are of evergreen, Tall and high as summer clouds ;

Three costly churches to ~e seen, To which thousands daily crowd.

The ladies tho' they are but few, A.re readv by the disk, ·

To seat the';r lovers in a. pew, To serve their tea at brisk.

So 1111 bv labor cheerful made, Her wells are as a flood,

Depressed from labor's champion, We follow all tnat's good.

The min'ers by the break of day, Take up their picks and shovels,

And with quick steps they march away To waah OtJt their goldep. gravel.

Then come from the east and west, And seek for fortune's glory,

Of all the diggings seen the best, With this I'll leave my story. ---

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Why is a poor horse greater than Napol~o11 ! Because in him there are many bony parta,

What is it that goes when a wagon goe,s, stopa when a wagon stopa 1 it aint no use t_o the w~go~, and yet the wagon can't go without 1t ~ Why, 1t ia the noise, to be sure.

O.u.JFORNIA SONGSTSa.

I KNEW BY THE SMOKE. I knew liy the emoke that so gracefully Clll'I'd, Above the green elms that a cottage was D!lar; And I said if there's peace to be found in the

world, The heart that is bnmble might hope for it here.

''l'was noon, and on dowers that languished atound,

In silence repos'd. the ,voluptuous bee ; Eve.ry leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound. But the woodpeeker tapping at the hollow beech

tree.

And " here in this lone little wood," I exclaim'd, " With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, Who would blush when I prais'd her, and weep

when I blam'd, How blest could I live, and how ca.Im could I die!

By the shade of yon aumach, whose red berry dips,

In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to re• cline,

And to know that I aigh'd upon innocent lipa, Which had never been aigh'd on byanybutmine."

Why ~re teeth like verbe 1 Becauae they are regular, irregular, _and defective.

Why is. a re~tleas man like a lawyer! Be· cause he hes on all sides !

Why are the audiences that visit minatrel co~· cert~ like a despairing man 1 )j <.';11 they are looking at tho tla,-lc side of the picture

CALIFOXM.i BONGSTIIL

CALIFOBNU. LEGISLATURE­

Sii: ecore of right good ~ellowa­Paid by the people's dime&--

• Sacl'llmento City, . Are haviog jovial times. .

Freed from tLe curse of labor­Absolved from want or care­

Life seems to them a pleasure trip, And the people pay their fare.

The " Sovereigns " foo_t the " fiddler's bill," But some of them wish to know

·whether there's any prospect Of getting a quid pro guo f

Six score of" public servants•-:.. Servant.& in nought but name- .

Disport themselves like A:sqp's ~t, In the garb of a nobler game.

Each e•rts a glossy " Sto'{e pipe," And twirls a dashy, c.ine-

Each puffs the. best Havanas, And guzzles the best Champagne;

They loaf at the Orleanll bar-ro9m, Or " smile " at th11 " Sazel'lu;"

Play billiards-and pool at J ohnso11'11, Or ten-pins, further back.

Some dally with Pharaoh, up ltairs, Some buck at monte below;-

And th1JS the people who stake them, Receive their quid pro quo !

Sii: score of downright leeches, Suck at the public purse ;

Some hundred thousand dollars Their labors reimburse.

"Tlleir labors,,, yeJ!, their LAROR8 ! Foi, .Uke the mountain of old,

CALIFORNIA. SONGSTER.

In the bringing forth of a tiny mouse, The sum of their acts is told.

Go back; ye "one horse patriots "-"'­Go back from whence you came,

And from the People's gratitude, Your proper guerdon cla.im !

Go to your dear constituents--Tell what you have done below..:.;_

And, at the ballot--box next Fall, Expect YOUR quid pro q110 !

A LIFE ON THE O0BAB WA VE­A life on the ocean wave !

A home on the rolling deep ! Where the scattered waters ra•,

And the winds their revels keep. Like an eagle caged I pine,

On this dull, unchanging short!, Oh, give me the flashing brine,

The spray, and the tempest'• roar

Once more on the deck I atand, Of ~y own awit\ gliding craft :

Set sail-farewell to the land, The gale follows far abat\.

We _shoot through the aparkling foam, _Like an ocean bird set free,

Like ~e ocean bird, out home, We ll find far out on the sea.

The land is no longer in viii!\\• B The_ clouds have begun to fm •n,

ut with a stout veeae} and crew,

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CALIFOR!,IA SONGSTER.

We'll say, let the storms come down! J. nd the song of our hear~ shall he,

·while the winds and the waters rave, A life on the heaving sea,

A home on the l!ounding wav,;i,

THE CALIFORNIA WIDOW.

A widow bold waa Detliy ~~o:wn,_ . That chanced Tom 'Young to know, •11',­

She was in flesh a li~#e l{1'0f.l, And he a little g'l'.OCer.

Now Betsy rather fancied Tom, And Tom was wont to utter,

While s~ing "firkin" and ".frel!I\ lu_mp," He'd ha.ve no othe:r b1,1t her.

So they were wed,--one. ev11Z1j11g. 't'la/1, Her mourning laid aside, ·

She at the alta.r altered stooi!, A flaunting, da_$hing bride.

Awhile they happy lived, although,. She had a te1J1ing way

Of getti~ what poor Tom. ~ad eamed In we1ghi71ff teas 11.ll da J-:-.

It chanced, howe'er, one &tonny night, The rain was fiereeg pounng

With savage for<:e. Tolll started up As though he was sti:uck by a b~et-

The door a;ar, an ugly mug,

CA tlP'ORNIA ll'Olfe1STBL

Heigho ! h"eigho ! Half his life's already told,

Heigho ! heigho ! When lie's dead and buried too, What shall we poor maidens do f I'm sure I cannot tell--ca.n you 1

Heigho ! heigho !

BORY O'KORB. Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn, He was bold as a hawk, she soft as the dawn, He wish'd in his heart pretty Kathleen to'please, A.od he thought the best way to do that wa.s to

tease. Now Rory, be a.isy, sweet Kathleen would cry, (R~proof on her, lip, but a smile in her eye,) With your tricks I don't know in troth what l'm

about. Faith y~u•ve teaz'd till I've put on my cloak in-

side out . . Oh, Jewel, says ltory, that same is the -way You•ve threatened my heart tor this many a day And it s glad that I am, and why noi to be sure For 'tis all for good luck, says bold Rory O'Mor~.

Indeed, then, says Kathleen, don't think of the like,

For I gave a promise to sootheri~ Mike Th~·grouncl that I walk on, he loves I'll b~ botnd Faith, says R-ory, I'd rather love you than th;

ground. Now, Rory, I'll cry out, if you don't let me gu,

, C.I.Llrotlffl.l SOl!l'GSTER.

Sure I'm dre:i:ming each night that I'm hating you ·eo, . .

Oh, says Rory, that same I'm del~ht~d to hear, For dreams always -go bJ contranes, :n'Y d,ea.r_; Oh, jewel, keep drea'mini th~t sa~e till ,:uu tire, And bright morning will give dirty night the

black lie, . . And 'tis pleased that I am, and wliy not to be

l!lll'e, . • . Since 'tis all for good luck said Rory O'More.

Arrah, Kathleen, my darling, you've teazed me enough, . G.

And I've thrashed for your sake Dinny rimes and Jim Duff, .

I've made myself, drinking your health, qmte a. baste, .

So I think after that I may talk to the priest. Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm around her

neck, . So soft and so white without freckle dr speck

1 And he looked in her eyes that were bea.mmg with light, .

And kissed her sweet lips-il.on't you tlnnk he was right 1

Now Rory leave off, ~ir, you'll hag'lne no more, That's eight times to-aay that you've kissed me

before, Then here goes another, says he, . to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers, says Rory

O'More.

Young Kat.e left her daddy and inam in the lurch, And off with Young Rory she trudged to the

church, . h When tied and made one he cried oat with sue

A rrah, jJ<a'ts, won't we ha"Ve a most be11utiful boJ.

SO CilUOJUrU SONGB'R.L

0 Rory, she cried, y<>u're so full ofyoor mn Since the linJt time I saw you, poor Kate was

undone. Botheration, cried Rury, what comes in your head; Sure you -can't be undone till we're both snug in

bed, Then, Rory, come here now and kisa me again, I will, faith, says Bory, and that makes up &en, PD kiat .you and bug you tiII morning I'm sure, Since 'tie all for good luck, says bold Roq

O'More.

BBVCB'B ADDBESS TO HIS ARltY. Scot.a, wha hae wi' W alla.ce bled ; Scot.a, whom Bruce has oft.en led ; Welcome to your gory bed,

Or to victory.

Now'a the day, and now'a the° hour See the front of battle lour ; See approach proud Edward's powel";

Cbains and slavery !

Wha will be a traitor knave 1 Wha will fill a coward's grave 1 Wha aae base as be a slave 1

Let hirr. turn and 11.ee I

Wha. for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa',

Let him follow me !

OALitulllllA 8UNGST&R,

d • I Hy oppression's woes an pa1~s · By our sons in servile chal.lle: we wilt drain our dearest Tema,

But they shall be free !

Lay the proud usurpers low Tyrants fall in every foe ! Lib,irty's in every blow !

Let us do or die 1

FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONB.

Fare thee well, thou lovely one, Lovely still, but dea.! no more ;

Ortce his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er ;

Thy words, whate'er their 11.a.tt~ring spell, Could scarce have thus deceived;

But eyes that acted truth so well, Were sure to be believed.

Then fare thee, &c.

yet those eyes look constant ~til\, True as stars they keep their light i

Still those cheeks their pledge fulfil, Of blushing always bright i

'Tis only on thy changeful ~eart The blame of falsehood hes i

Love lies in every other part, But the:re, alaa ! Im dies.

Then far~ tbP.e ..,-ell, &c,

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32 C.tl.LJFORNJA SONGST•L

llII.IfER'S UPS A.ND DOWNS,

A. pilgrim from way down east Stood on Nevada's strand;

.l tear was in his hither eye, A. pick~e in his band.

The pilgrim stood, and looking down, As one who is in doubt,

He sighed to see how fast His boots were wearing out.

Thrice ha.ve I left this cursed spot, But mine it was to learn

The fata.l truth, that dust we a.re, To dust we shall return.

Once more returned, at close of day To a cheerless, dismal home, '

He vows if be was back in Maine, He never more would roam.

Now hunger makes his bowe.ls yeam For yams, or Irish roots 1 '

But these he looks in Ta.in -to find Then tries to fry his boots. '

The nigh\ is passe4 i1;1 happy dreams Of youth and childhood's joys·

Of time~ wh~n he got flogged a,\ 'sohQol For pmching smaller boy~.

But morn 4,ispE!ls these fairy scenee, And want a.rouses pluck ·

He shoulders pie~ and pan' once more, Again to try l!is luck. ·

He digs in dark, secluded depths, The six1t11 where slugs abound ;

And oh, what rai;turu fills hi11 br11ast­His pile at lait is •<>r ml.

His w2.rdrobe changed--behold him now In affluence and pride,

Surrounded by the forms he loves, With joy on every 1ide.

Pressed closely to his heart, he bold4 His wife and children dear i

The latter !houting gaily, While the formJlr drops a. tear.

Why are washerwomen the greatest naviga­tors 1 Because they are continually croe1ingth1 line, and running from pole to pole.

How many eggs can you buy for a ehilJinif Eight or ten. ·why, I bought a. million for a. dime. Where 1 How 1 In the market 1 Yee--J bougM a ahad, and it wa.s full of'em.

Why were the Jews of old like had debts 1 Be-cause they killed the prophets, (profi/1.)

Why is a man in prison like a leaky boat 1 De­eauae he wants bailing out.

What is ema.Jler than a muequeM>'a mouth 1 Why, that what he puts into it.

,94 CALIFORNIA SONGSTER,

HONEYMOON DIFFICULTIES.

Two months have 11ed since we were wed­My dark-eyed wife and 1,-

On that gfad night she shone so bright, Nor did she even sigh.

That joy so sweet I thought complete ; I did not dream of pain,

Until my dear let drop a tear, Which fell like wintry rain.

She had been told that I had gold, And wealth oflarge amount :

But 'twas untrue-what should she do 'I-­The foolish, false account !

Her ii.owing tears alarmed my fears-­Each moment she grew worse ;

I tried in vain her grief to soothe About that sordid purse.

She felt so sad that such a lad Should all her charms possess,

And wished to heaven the ties were riven, That did me sweetly bless :

But 'twas too late to undJ> fate, So she must surely toil

'fo eam .he bread on which she fed, By burning midnight oil.

Said I, "-My dear, shed not a tear About l!llch false alarms;

I love you more than all the ore -· So come into my arms. '

CAT,IJORNIA so_iGSTER, S6

My love, you moijt not rage and rip About the sordid ore ;

I kissed her little pouting lip, And si.J,ce she's cried no more.

THE D.ARX-EY'D SAILOR.

'Tis of a,comely young lady fair Was walking out for to take the air, She met a sailor upon the way, So I paid attention to hear what they did eay.

Fair maid, said he, why roam alone, For the night is coming, and the day's far gone! She said, while tears from her eyes did fall, It's my dark-ey'd sailor that's proving my down-

fall.

These two long years since he left this land, A gold ring he took from off my hand, He broke the token, here is half with me. And the other ia rolling at the bottom of the sea.

Cried William, drive him from your mind-Ju good a sailor as him you will find ; Love turns aside, and cold does grow, Like a winter's morning when the hills are clad

with snow.

'fhese words did Phrebe's fond heart inflame She cried, on me you shall play no game; She drew a dag~er and then did cry, For my dark-ey d 11ailor a maid I'll live and die.

38 CALJJl'ORNJ.\ BONGSTII:~

His coal black eyes and his curly hair, AnJ flattering toague did my heart ensnaro; Genteel he was, oo rake like you, 'I'o ailvise a maiden to slight the Jacket Blue.

But a tarry sailor I will never disdain, . But always 1 will treat the same, 'I'o drink his health here's a piece of coin, But my dark-ey 'd sailor still claims this hoart of

mine.

When William did the ring unfold, She seemed distracted midst joy and woe~ You're welco_me, William, I have lands and gold, For my dark-ey'd sailor, so manly, true and bold.

In a cottage down by the river side, In unity and love they now reside, So girls he true while your lover's away, For a cloudy m,irning oft brings a pleasant day.

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. Why is a gentleman engaged to a young lady, hke a man going ta France '! Because he ia go­ing to Havre (have her.)

\Vh_y is Ireland likoly to become the richeal country in the world ·1 Because its capital is aJ. ways Dublin, (doubling.)

Wby is a vain young .lady, like a confirmed drunkard 1 Because neither of them is satisfied with a moder~te use of the (llass

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C.\LJFORN"IA BONOSTl:ll, ll7

SAN FRANCISCO BOATMEN. A Boatman 1s a merry b)ade,

He's r.eady at )'our call, sir; But when he finds he's poorly paid,

You can't budge him at all, sir; He's brave, gallant, and f~ll of fun,

And liberal to a fault, sir, And when a 'Spree he's one~ begun,

He don't know where to halt, sir,

A pretty girl a Boatman loves, And if she sings Ol' dances,

Tho fascinatina little doves Just suit the"Boatmen's fancies

They sometimes send the (lir!s bouquets, But never tell the givers,

And for a shawl he sometime-spays To ~r.nd to Clara River11.

Tims manv a wealthy merchant her!!" Were Boatmen once, I know it,-;

Aud I have owned a boat myself, And wan't ashamed to row it ;

The warmest h~art I ever knew That heart a Boatman boasted,

And oft aronnd the flowing bowl I hear that Boatman toasted.

The Boatmen who have come to-night With kind, familiar faces, .

Round friendship's altar shed that light Which death alone erases ;

So when around the social bowl ,v c come at beauty's call, sirs,

38 01.LJFORNIA SONOSTICR.

,vith goblets fuU well toast those la~ The boatmen of Whitehall, sire.

'THE GIRL I I.EFT .BEHIND MB. I'm lonesome since I cross 'd the hills,

And o'Pr the moor that's sedgy: With heavy thoughts my mind is filled,

Sincti I have parted Madgy.

\\,"hene'er I turn to view the place, The tP.ars doth fall and blind mo,

When I think on the charming grace Of the girl I left behind me.

The hours I remember wen, When next to sec doth move me,

The burning flames my heart doth feel, Since first she own'd she loved me.

In search of some one fair and gay, Sev'.lra] doth remind me ;

I know my d11rling loves me well, Though I left her behind me.

The lavish bees shall make no honey, And the dove becorne a ranger;

The fallen water cease to roar, Before I'll ever change her.

Each mutual promise faithfully made, By her w11oni te:,rs <ltith blind me,

C.lLll'CIRNIA SONGSTER.

And bless the hours I pass :nvay, With the girl I left behind me.

M'y mind her image full retains, ,vhcther asleep or awaken'd ;

I hupe to see my jewel -again, l<'or her my heart is breaking.

But if ever I chance to go that way, And that 11he has not resign 'd m-,

l'U lt!concile my mind and stay, With the girl I left behind mo.

TO BACKUS' MINSf.RELS.

Now of theatres we have great plenty, . There's the Metropolita,n and one on the hr!~

And the brick one down on Sansom street, I am told is open still.

But that temple of the Muses,­lJrightest gem .imong them all,­

Where you are welcome every night, Ia San Francisco Hall.

While.-encouraged by your presence, And protected i,y your hand,

You Will 1ind your kindness cherished By this old and favorite band.

~ey've the biggest gun of Music Whose teport you all admirer-

l'or it takes o]d EPH. and BAcxus, And at night they are certain fire.

(0 CALIFORNI.&. 80NO TSR.

The Ol<l Hall for excitement, Has forever something n

There's fun for the funny man. And pleasure for the blue.

Now all kind folks that are m do , y du have a cure for N L11 • 1115 ,

From ail thinge down unto th n l, Go one and all and get yont fill.

BlJ'CXWHBAT CAXBI. .&. PARODY BY TOM B.&.L

They're all my fancy painted them, They're lotely, ~ey're divine!

But they're destined for another'• mouth, They never can be mine !

I love them as man never loved, Yet dare not touch or take ;

Oh, my hoart, my heart ia breaking, For the love of Buckwheat Cake!

The dark brown cake is laid upon .A. plate of spotless white ;

And the eye of him who tastes i&, Now flaahes with delight,

The cake was buttered not for me, Of it I can't partake;

0h, my heart, my heart is bre:ikiog, For the love of Buckwben.i Cake I

I've z~velled at the· pastry oook'1,

CALlfOlll'flA SOl'IGBTll:R.

But I have at.a mt 1~t tave none­Ir I can't get cake, w1 t'

My "ating days are pdw~ape my grave, And when the gree!l so e

The'll say wh_o pity tak a; broken, Oh,hia heart, h1sfhBea;t:heat Cake!

Fqr the love o u

OFT IN THE STILLY lHGRT.

Oft in the stilly nighht! has bound m..?, Ere 11Jumber's c am r ht

F 'd mem'ry brings· the ig :on d me· Of other days aroun •

f boyhood's years,

u

The 11tniles, the tears o s oken,· The words of Jove once d~ med and gone,

h now im The eyes that s one, w broken! The cheerful hearts no

Thue in the st~ly ~~h~as bound me, Ere slumbers r. am

1. i.t

Sad mem'ry brings the ig.., Of other days a.round me.

Wh I remember all h en . 1· ked toget er, The friends so m

I've seen an,u~ m? fit1111•weather, Like leaves 10 wm ry

I feel like one who ~eads alone,

dead,

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CALIFORNIA SONGSTER. 43

I neYer was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and morf!, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its m1;1ther's oust, ; And a mother she was, and is to me ; For I was born on the open sea.!

-lIE DVEB SAID llE LOVED.

He oft hath s11id that I was fair As lily or as rose,

He culled for me in summer time The sweetest flower that blows;

He lwined with care the virgin wreath, And smiled if I approve<l,

Hut thqugh he laid it at my feet, He never said he loved.

lie seemed to feel when at my feet The rapture of delight,

His eyes were lit with joyousnees, When mine were glad and bright,

He watched me in the festive hall, He trembled if I moved,

But softly though his whisper fell, He never said he love<l.

He left bis home for sunny climea, Full many years had past,

And the hopes that fanned my spilt llaiU, Had faded all at Jut.

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Some banqut·t 111111 d, rt '\Vhose lights ttrt tl, d. "h,

And all but lie c 1, rt 1

Thus in the stil ly 11 •I , S fre slumber' I, 1111 It. l1(J1rnd 8

mem'ry brinRs th Is •lit Of other days around Ill !

ra.E s1:A. The sear th

1 The blu~ e sea. the o1, '-' n ! Witho t , the fresh_, the ' v r>r I " ' It u a mark, W1th()ut , "' It ;rai;8e~it:,e hearth's II ldr r,, •1ur' 1ou1d: Or like ,dlt e clouds; 1t 11, d t/1e ,cs,

a era ed creature lie .. j ' rn on the sea ! I'm on tht> I

am Where I Id . ~-ith the blue= ever be ; And silence "'" ve, ~nd the blue be!, ""• lf a storm eh ,eresoe ' c I go ; What maitcr ~u f b0~j6 ~od awake the dcrp,

• s a ride and sleep. I lovi,, oh r h On the tie;qe ~w I !uve to ride When every m

0T'inl! bursting tide, ?r Whistles aJo:t h"!a:_e IJrowns the moon, =nd tells how 18 ""IDPest tune, And Why the /OS,th the World below,

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-W!;lat blaeta do blo1r.

CALIFORNIA SONGSTER. 43

J never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and morr., And backwards il.ew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mothe r's nest,; And a mother she was, and is to me; For I was born on the open sea!

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IlE NEVER SAID RE LOVED.

He oft hath said that I was fair Ae lily or as rose,

He culled for me in summer time The sweetest flower that blows;

H e lwined with care the virgin wreath, And smiled if I approved,

R'ut thqugh he laid it at my feet, He never said he loved.

He seemed to feel when at my feet The rapture qf delig ht,

His eyes were lit with ,ioyonsness, WJien mine were glad and bright,

He watched me in the festive hall, He trembled if I moved,

But softly though his whisper fell, H 11 never said he loved.

He left his home for sunny climes, Full many years had past,

And the hopes that fanued my spftlft flam,, HaJ faded all at last.

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He came,-the w, llJ1 f Had crowned him h r

A &tar waa ehining on h And then he said ""' I

dllll d I

t,

lOKN CllilfA.KAlf, John Chinaman, John Chinaman,

But five short years ago, I welcomed {ou from Cantoa, J ohD­

But wish hadn't though;

For then I thought you honeat, Jolua, ~o.t dreumfog but you'd make

A c1t1zen as useful, John, As auy in the State.

I thought you'd open wide your pom, An<l let our mercbante inf

To ba,:ter for their crapet1 and teaa, -Their wares of wood and t.io.

I thought you"d cut your queue oft', Jona And don a Y-ankee coat,

And a collar high you'd raise, John, Arour,d your dusky throat.

I ~a~ined that the trutll, John, ~ spe.'lk when under oath,

But I ltnd you'll lie and steal tco­Yes, J olm, you're up to bo&h.

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CALl)'ORNIA SONGSTER.

I thought of rats and puppies, John, You'd eaten your la.st _fill, J h

But on.such slimy pot-p~ee, 0 n, I'm told you diriner still.

· ed ·n you Oh John 1v•~ been de~e1v I • , . ' lhi,.~m,,. clan, And m all your , ie, .. J hn

Id • II .,00•re after, 0 • For our go is a , To get it as you can .

1'HE FALSE ONE.

I ht him not-I knew him l)ot, soug t . He was my father's_gue:o;e kind

I gave him not one smile t 1 Than those I gave the res d

He sat beside me at the bo~~~ The choice was not my . e · •

But oh I never heard a vote • With half so sweet a tone.

Oh, little know ! 0 ~ t~:r:::~d, And Jess of Jliai:1 5

, kindly meant--I h smile was I tl1oug 1t eac . sincere ;

Each word_ of pra~S: of endless lov-e-H's sweet voice •Po. d i listened and believe i-t before,

And little dream'~ hohwdodeeeived. That -sweet vou.e a

. thcr now, llo mules upon all<' weet tono

And ia the same 11

He breathea to her Lli • 1nn1ng word,, I once thought all Ill'\' o n :

Oh, why is she so be.:w'i11nl, I cannot blame hia · hu r

Nor can 1 doubt she wall b By that beguiliof •

BAN FRANCISCO, BY' :S. BWl!TT,

City full of people, In a busine• flurry ;

Everybody's 1111 ,t10 Hurry ! hurry ! I, rr !

E very nook and corner Filled to H\' 111 in i

Like a locomotive, E~e~body goU1g !

E verybody active, Fogyism dead-

All are" Young n n ," Bound to "go ahead l'

Dry or rainy season, Cloudy day or aunnv,

C' itizens all driving · Bargains io make money.

E nglishmen and 1-'.r n , German, Dutch aad n

'::b:Luoring Chineee,

OALlfOMIA SONGSTER.

Portuguese and Spanish ; Men of every nation,

Birds of every feather, Honest men and rogues

Hustled up together.

Dapper little :Jrenchman Makes a smiling bow,

Calculating Yankee Cannot stop Just now ;

Every mortal goes Fast as he can dash on,

Never minding clot~es, Etiquette or fashion.

Three "Celestial angels" Waddling hand in hand,

Pity they have fallen Into-such a land !

Tipsy son of Erin, Fresh from Linnavaddy,

Takes a running fight, With a brother Paddy.

Gentlemanly itambler, Wealthy city broker,

Taking brandy smashes And a game of poker ;

Gambler very cool, Broker very dry,

Stocks are getti!)g low, Broker getting !sigh!

Steamers leave to-day For Atlantic State.s,

Great excitement raised By redvcing rates;

48 OALIFORNIA BOKO&T•L

Miners in red shirta Shooting home like rocket-,

Bags of yellow "duet" Lining ragged pocketa.

Ci_ty of the W t, Built. up in a tninute,

Hurry _and excitement . Movmg all within it ;

Like a locomotive, _Ev!!rybody going,

c,~. ID a hurry, F 1lled to ov ertlowinir.

--Mr. Cesar I to k S oder day to 'b O

• a~ to de rende'fou' de take him'. ave him 'hsced, but dey wouldo'I

Why sot Because dey ·d d .

middle ob .h · 11 881 at his leg was seho oearde

dey could n ,;stellt, :.at when he got a marcbiog, w lc wa Y he was going.

Mr. Crow yo, --what kind oflin u rt I!- ropemaker. Pleue IO tell

Why, the / 8 rmg the most money! should think. teamboat and railroad J.ines, I

Why is the stat' -cauee they are b tl~n-house like the mono! Be­

u surrounded with sw.11.

Why is a fiddle lik - t Becaue i~ aint e a. handsome young [adv · no uso without a bow-(b,oll•I

O.lLIFORIIU IIOl'IOSTSR.

BOD LOVE TO ROA.l!I.

Some love to roam o'er the <lark sea foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free,

But a chosen band in a. mountain land, And life in the woods for me.

When tnor'lling beams o'er the mountain streams, Oh! merrily forth we go, .

To follow the stal? on the mountain cral!', And to chase the ;bounding roe.

Yo ho. vo ho, &c

The deer we mark in the forest dark And the prowling wolf we track,

A,nd our right good cheer is the wild boar here, ~h ! why should the hunte~ lack 1

With steadv aim at the bounding game, And a heart that fears no foe,

In the darksome glade, in the forest :,ha<le, Oh I merrily forth we go. h •· Yo ho, yo o, .,.o.

-Snowball, -wby is tha_t wbiskey-jug of your

father's like a. favorite vegetable '! Can't~ll. Because it is 1pa's nips, ('parsnips.)

Why is. an interest~ook with I\ leaf torn out, Ii» 11, quarrelsome man 1

Bectntie 'they should both be bound to kcev \he piece, <rrzc,.)

o.u,r.-oRHrA SONGST&a,

RUSHING PANIC IN SAN F.BANCIIICO,

We are all rushing through the world, And some are rushiu fast,

For some hy choice rusb off' the dock That it may be their last.

The most are rushing to get rich, But find their sad mi8ta.ke,

For if they get a cool thousand or tvro, The bank is sure to break.

The Ja.wyers they are quick to rush, If you can pay the fee,

But if you have no money got, A prison you are sure to see.

The Justice be is sure to rush, To catch a thief so &lily,

But then they want the stealings in, With honest HARRY MEIGS in Chili.

The doctors at the rich will rush~ To blister, bleed and cup,

But if you have not got the cash, It's hard to make them up.

There're sharpers that rush for loaves and fishes, For them you must look out,

For if .you rush them up to drink, They'll steal the rest no doubt.

There are many politicians rushing up, But find their sad mistake,

They now are rushing back so fast, It's doubtful who to· take.

There are many too who fain would ruab. TlJM Mver rushed hefo1e,

CALIFORNIA SONGSTER.

. . e B t now J. hope this rushmg t,1m ,

u ill soon be o er. With rogues w

". at the beaux, The belles are rusumg h . coat . d them by t e1r ,

And ,ti-I ge O see their faces, B t when they come t ult's but a billy-gho_at. at the belles,

Th b :x: are rus mg e eau 'th little tustle, Sometii_nes wi oft. get deceiv'd,

Bul!~Anf tt:most is bustle.

rushing at the act, Bankrupts are d bts T~ P~Y t\i:nt~n:us; U:aki~g oath_,

Bx s1gnmg ets That theY: have n!' ::::hin.g through,

And now this song is

I'll just rush off t~e stage I know, you'll ru11h to hear it more

As rushing is all the rage.

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nning tother day ; I seed Sambo, I went & ~ biggest one ·out of tho

four coons, and shot t !as there left 1 lot Now how many

WhJ", three, of course~ only one left. No, Poropey-th:re w . How so, Samb1, . . . he re~t all run away. 'Case, lift.er I shot hm;/ h side of the coon ha.<1.

Well can you tell me w IC

the U:.ost hair on 1 8

, Why, the outside, to be sur • Yes, I spec so.

. b b like a caW1ibal ? When it eats When IS II a y its" pap."

52 c..u.1roRN1A SONGilTza.

mE SIL VER lll:OOW.

As I strayed from my cot at the cloae of the day About the beginning 6f' June;

'Neath a jessarnine shade I espied a fair maid, And she sadly complained to the mqon;

Roll on silver moan, guide the traveler'• way, When the nightingale's song ie in tune;

But never, never more with ,ny lover l'U stray, By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.

Roll on, &c. As the hart on the mountain my lover was brne,.

So handsome, so manly and clever; 'o kind and sincere, and he loved me so dear;

Olt,-Edwin tny equal was never. ut now he is dead and gone to death's bed, He's cut down like a rose in full bloom;

He~ fallen asleep and poor Jane's 1~.n to weep, Dy the sweet silver light of the moon.

Roll oo, &c. But his grave I'll seek out until morning appears,

And weep for my lorer so bra,·e, I 'ti embrace the cold turf and wash with my teara,

The flowers that bloom o'er his grave; But ,l'!ever again shall my bosom know joy,

,, 1th my E<lwin I hope to be soon; Lovers shall weep o'er the grave whe"' we sleep,

By thy 1:;weet silver light, bonny moon.

Roll on, &o.

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Whon iat ~ sailor not a 111illor? Whan he'a a board.

C&LIFORlllA SONOSTEL

'S LAMENT. MINER ,.

Ala-" b1sll Da&oooN.

f m the mmes, 1'1'e just come dow: lodug and toiled, Where for moot 8 ellow dust,

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In searching for that Y re spoiled : Till all my clothes wd _ acked and lugged,

I've picked and dug, an hime I've tried on, And every h~ne:es:at at last

Till hunger ma e d to ride ou. The mule I use With a whack.

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Dut still I kel;lt ~t wol'lt, ts ured • 'Till the r:p.n in toned stEfe my grub,

The Urizzly's came an , And twas fai_rly fl~::d, d my pick,

•T·n faint and sick I ppe tarted. 1 ff f Sacra mcuw .e '

And o or s•fl I.here 'tis trufl, I foun•l the J,ou . L d ~H departed.

But the streeb a With a. whac)

OL u•, o.,,. t, ThAendltog Sa~ Ftanci•c.-o ca,me,d had ma.de

n h ·n anu mu Where I found t e ral same. Tha s~r~etll a~~t ~h:i.an I foun;d,

la wand nng ~o l~ aild grappling par, With IOU!llling

52 04LJrORNIA SONGSTJi:a.

7D:B SILVER MOON.

As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day About the beginning oTJlllle;

'Neath a jessamine shade I !!spied a fair maid, And she sadly complained to the mqon ;

Roll ou silver moan, guicle the traveler's way, When the night.inga..le'a song is in tune;

But never, never more with 1ny lover I'll stray, By thv sweet silver light, bonny moon.

· Roll on, &c.

As the hart on the mountain my Jover was brav1J, So handsome, so manly and clever;

So kind :in<l sincere, and he loved me so dear ; On, Edwin tfiy equal was never.

But now he is dead and g'one _ to death's bed, He's cut down like a rose in foll bloom;

H~ fallen asleep and poor Jane's left to weep, Dy the sweet silver light of the moon.

Roll on, &c,

But his grave I'll seek out until morning appears, And we~p for tny lover so bra,·e,

I 'ti embrace the cold turf and wash with my tears, The llowers that bloom o'er his grave ;

But never again shall my hdsom know joy, \Yith my Er/win I hope to be soon;

Lovers shall weep o'er t_he grave whel'b we sleep, By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.

Roll on, &c.

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Wbon ia Q aa.ilor not a llllilor '/ When he's a board.

0.u.n'Oll.'IU, SOKGSTCL

lltlNER'B LAlltE'N"r.

" Aul-" faISR DRAGOON.

f om the mmes, l'Te lust come dow;s I dug and toiled,

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Where for mont t ellow dust, In 11euching for tha ;..,ere 11poi\ed : d

Ti\! all my clothes d a.eked and Iugge • I've 11icked and dug, a~hime I've tried on,

And every honeSl \at at last Ti\\ hunger made me ride on.

The mule I used to With a whack.

ll.

t'\\ I lcent at WOl''k, . ed But s 1 ~ • to ents Jl!)UJ: • ''fill the rn•.n in rr d stp\e my grub,

'fhe Urizzly's ~me an r'd Ana I was fa1_rly f~~opped my pie~.

'Till faint. ~nd s~:~amcuw .started ; And oil tor es lhcre 'tis trul",

I foun•i tile l,ous L Ii ~u departed. Hu.t the streeb! a With a whacl

O\ u·, 11v ' • t, Then 1 g S • Ftanci~l"O t".ame, db d made

And to and the rain anJ mu a Where I foun the same.

The strMtn a.b:t m;,.n I found, In. waud'ring J:~! I~ all.d gra.ppli.ng geu, With IOUU-

CALIFORNIA SONGSTE•

A~~ i:::~rhead these words I read ' appearance of Divier.•• •

With a whack.

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Being hung_ry l applied A 1t our City Fathers' Hall

n was told they'd nothi , I trheir wa~b! required it :ft ~here to g"tve ;

en went in and took ' . B!1t soon l felt a ent1':me 'fin,

Which made me rJ h tappmg, A touch of spin"t r as _t ough I had appm,r.

With a whack.

"· Tho' the rapper wa~ ..

He appeared and ,'eeno spmt, . The chosen spiritll or meSd to thmk H 1 Jur tate For ave alone the rignt ti) drink

soon 1e found b • A filthy place, an:~h~~~ the pound

Wh1;i:.e I lay that night till res1g_ned me. When they took mornmg ligh• me u\1\and fined ., ,. h me.

it a whack.

. , Why is a sick J lik its a Jew-ill ew e a diamon-' i B • ""• eca111e

Wh · · i Y 18 11 gunsmith's sh . pu, · Because they both op h~e a chicken pot-Wb. . __ contam fowl in pieces,

D y 18 a ship th t' I . eeause they both am:k:a~ng like a locomotive 1

e ,:au-go

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'TIB THE LAST ROSE OF suMMEJt.

'Tis the laat r0S,!! of eummer left blooming alone; A.II her lovely r,onipanions are faded and gone : No flower of het kindred-no rosebud is nign, To retlect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh.

Ml not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the etem,

Since the lovely are sleeping, go, sleep thou witt-

them, T\1111 kindly I ecattflr thy leaves o'et: thy bed, Where thy ma.tee of the guden lie scentless and

dead.

So soon may I follow, when friendships decay, A.nd frnm love'• shining circle tha leaves drop

away, When true hea.rts lie withered and fond ones are

flown, Oh, who would inhabit this bleak world alone I

-IDGRLAND KAlt'Y,

Ye banks, and bra86 and streams around ·r , he castle of Montgomery,

Green be your woods and fair your tlowere, Your waters never drumilie ,

ourroR111 • ffll.

There · And ~hmmethr liret unfaul h r r F

ere ey r 11 or there r took th l ! rr • or my dear H" hie a t hr llil 1gandlr.

How sweetly bloomed How rich the ha the Y green Mr•

As underneath he ;thorn'• hlo som; I elasp'd her t r ragrant ahade

The gold h o my bosom ' Frew o~:,. ;urs on angel w·,op

l<'or dear to mee •n1 ';:Y dearie ; W aa ru J' sweeS:x'·'I htl and life,

11 and M•"' Wi' -1•

i mony a vow a d I k' A ~ur parting ~!I fu' ::t d d embrace,

;ypledging aft to meet" n~f e tore ou 1 ...,.-n,

But O ! fell d;ae !es •~under. That nip\ ma~ 8 untm1ely froet,

Now green' t~ ower sae early. That wra;, ;,eoJ? ah]nd cauld's' the cla,,

11l. and Mary.

TH& B1'D.

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'911 at th: lip of the Dell, on the road to Clonmel. Paddy Haggarty ~pt o. neat ahcb~cn;

leeold pip' mcnt OJI.cl bread, kept o. good lodgin' bed, And Wllf liked round tfic country he liv'd in.

ll!lllaelf ~d bi wife both struggled through life, Iatbc_wcek-days ]?at mended hill ditches;

.bd on liunday he clress"d in 11 coat of the best, Bat bia pride was bis old leather br~hes.

Whack fol de ral, lal de ral, fal de i:a.1. &c.

larwmty-one years at least, so it appears, Bia father those breeches bad run in ;

'Ille tt,0ming he died he to hie bedside Called Paody, his bel!.utiiul son, in.

Jbiccthen he gave ere he went to the grave, Ba bid him take care of hie riches ; •lie. 11 lt'e no use to pop into my shoes, 18'1 wish y!!d step into my breeches."

Whack fol de ral, lal de ral, fal de x,il, &c.

1--winter the snow left provisions. so low, Poor Paddy was ate out .,mplo.tely ;

The mow -eoming down, he could not gc, to toWJl, ~hts of hunger soon bothered biIIl greatly•

Oae.uight It.!! h!l' lay dreaming away, About ereedougs, fi:ogs and witches, ~d an uproar j-qst outside of the doo!, ~fw:np'd to steal on bis ould breeches. • Whack fol de ral, lal de ral, fal de raJ...&c,

l!a1' ll?yan :M'Guirk with a voice like a Ttuk, •Paddy, come get 'us some atei.1g I"

l!aJI big Andy :Moore, 11 I'll burst open the door, l'or this is no night to be ·,vaiting !" .

8earce had Jie spos.e when the door went Ul broke, And thcJ crowded tound '.Po.ddy like leeches; ll"their great mortal gob, if he dicln't get them- prog,

[Tliey'd cat him clo.nc out of his breeches! Whack fol de 1ol, lal de :rol, fal de ral, &c,

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Now Paddy in dread sliptd into his beet, 'I'hat held Judy, his darling wife, in,

And there he agreed to get them some lecd,­Hc slipp'd out and brought a big knife in;

He took up the waist of his breeches, the baate, And cut out the bottoms and stitches;

He cut them in stripes-by the way they were tnpet, And boiled them, his ould leather breeches I

Whack fol de ral, lal de raJ, fal de ml, &:c. When the tripes were stew'd, on a diah they were

at:rew'd, The boys all cried out., "Lord be thruur.'d I"

Dut Haggnrty's wife was afraid of her life, She thought it high time for to shank it.

'l'o sec how they smiled, for they thought Pat !18d Some mutton and beef of the richest; [boiled

But little they knew it was leather burgoo; That wo.a made out of Paddy's ould breeches!

Whack .fol de ral, lal de ral, fal de ml, &:c. Tht!y wollip'd tile stuft',6 says Andy, "It's tough;"

Says Patty, "You're ffi> judge of mutton;" When Bryan M'Guirk, on the roint of his fork,

Lifted up a big ivory button Says Darby, "What's that~ sure I thought it was fat;'

Bryan leaps on his legs, and he screeches: "Be the powers above, I was trying to shove

My- tE>eth through the tlap of his breeches I" lVhack fol de ral, lal de ral, fal de raJ,. &c.

They made at Pat-he WBB gone out of that-­He run when he found them all rising;

Says Drynn, "Make haste and go for the praste, lly the holy Saint J'ackstones I'm poisoned!"

Revenge for ~e joke they had, for they pke All the chal.l's, tables, bowls and clishei·

And from that very night they will knock out your daylight,

If they catch you with a leather breeches I Whack fol de ral, lal de ral, fal de ral, &c,

Fined Five Dollars. 7

As Sung by J, W, Conner.

was plinty of sphort, 1'11oftenhear_d say . gatourPoliceCourt; Jtrtwo hour- 1vvery ~~ ne morning at ten, 1 called there lash~ wee rise at our fin!) policemen; An' was shtruck wid IIUl'p , htrutted about,

'llley look \ so impor~a1~n ~ some short an' stout ; s ,me tall an t • ~ dthers quite coarse, looking fellov:·s, '!Il u fine police force !

the pri<le of the C'tty is our Chorus:

, that I think . . r11 llich nn AffltllOn tl? J{~f ~re too fond of dthrmk • We sliould sind aff' to J. h t I saw,

Soaiekcn'd was I w1d all t a Maine liquor law. .th&t in future I'll vote for the

ear'd on the llow the fusht great complaint that app , . liaht

W id his :lisht, , , 1 thruck a man Wu that Barney O Too e I wron thrick, .

fulgc Cwn said 'twas a vcry ld us; a nate shtick. For an Irishman always shdu . ce the policeman

•Be 11113 dtbrunk I" in a lou vo1 ' . '" thin cries, , . himself can tell l~es •

"lymy sowl, thin yer bonulord, C~on " dtbrunk, did r~ •What's that r" says O ' [hiin away·

?" s ''-" So, take ~Paddy, ye're fined five dollar • Chorus:

that I think t,hrink . r'lt sich an aversion t~ ~ot too fond of d ' We ahould sind ail' to Jail t ose

I aw,

801ieken'd, was I at all that Maine liquor law, ..... • f ture I'll vote for the •wu. m u · old }11ac.Lean,

Dllmed :Don b deen, The nixt wa, a Sfotch_mtx:;,w folks frac old A trrcc, lladcdthrunk:w1' some , ·anst more sc •

Ile promiscli if J!ll;l'don'd a::i;\sp~d a bn wbce · On 'Whishky he ruvver wo

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"Ah, mon," says poor Scotty, " I'm quite me from blame,

To refuse a gay laddie would be a mucltle shame:" "Iv coarse," says his Honor, "I belave what ye

sny, But, Donald, ye're fined five dolla:rs,"-" So, take

him away!"

Chorus : I've sich an aversion to grog, &c.

The nL,:t was a Frinchman, that looked rather blue, 11Sacristi ! yes sare, <'.Crtainement, parley-vous I"

" ,Vhat made ye git dtb:runk." said ould Coon;wld a frown,

"An' dance like a maniac all through the town?" "Sacre bleu I" said the Frinchman, "rae gotnottinf

to say-You let me go, I be one Do.shaway ;"

"Ye' d betther," said Coon, 0 for ye see it won't pay, :Monsieur, ye'-ie fined five dollan,"-" So, take hilll

away I"

Choms : I've sich an aversion to grog, &c.

The last was a Chinlllnlln, Chinka Chin!' Chee, Ma~e groggy thro' drinking some very strong tea;

J 1dge Coon asked him a question, whin, as if in a thrance,

""The (?hinam~n, 'laughing, began for to dance! roe pohce rallied round him, an' 11eem'd in a fright, An'. b}'. the tail of his cocoanut held him quite tight, \V~e m that position I heard the Jidgesay, (away!" "Chink.a, ye're fined five dollars,"-" So, tow him

Chorus: rve sich an !lversion to grog, that I think \Ve sh?uld ~ind aff to jail those too fpnd of dthrink;

So Sl~ken d was I wid all that I saw, That m future I'll vote for the Maine liquor law.

Lorry O'Bi-ien. 21

lb lat ly returned from the ace~, . Where Ur blud nnd balls were m motion i For at fighting, ehurc, I nivcr t,uk .a notion-

It mid ni~r do for Lorry O linen. Jt'1 I cud box along the shore, like a great manny

lt'1 I ~?()hurl and Aght, and thin mak.a the spal-pcens roar ; .

But thin I niwr thought 1t clev~l' To ace the balls knock out the liver

Otpoor Lawrence O'Dricn. CIIDnat- \.rrul,, ihin, Larry. och ! Larry,

Bl;d n l thund· r to the girl t?at_wud tarry, She wud nivcr do for Larry O Brien.

Oh' the .dshi man was a bit of a milk-sop, laith. ho1:1rdcr'a me up to the tiP,, t op ; h. Shure, me head it whitl'd round 1g.c a. w ip top-

Oh, i_t wud niycr do ford~~low~d~e down 1llin a IIUlor he Wlllt up, an

ii rope, d ·t•s thin they And they tied it roun' me body, an 1

hauled me up ; d hauling and I kept ii And they (l()mmmce a '

1,a lin .bd i m!ic the divil's own 84?81llng

On't poor Lawrence O•Dr1cn. •~- h \: Larry och ! Lo.rry, -Arra , t , • h gu· I that wud tarry,

Blud and t under tot e O'Drien. She wud nivcr do for Larry

. ....... 11 got a ftgbtin', Tnin the ne.~t thing '-";' a tuk dolight in i Which was a. thin" I n1vcr : ht in lie me eowl, you'll swear ,1 ~c.s ng

8ccuring ~r LarrY ~ Dnen. d their bullets W-ul their powder and their shot, an

flew so hot, • • I biling in a pot; I WIS thiDking every JlliDJlll was

22 Larry O'Brien, concluded.

And wid their gunning and their fwming Shure, thin, I tuk to running,

Did poor Lawrence O'Brien,

Chorus--Arrah, thin, Latty, och i Larry, Blud and thunder to the gi;:l that W'Wi tarry, She wudDiver do for Larry O'Brien.

'l'hin the captain gave orders for sailing, But the 11hip's sides all wanted hnliug ; Oh, it was thin sich pumping and sich bailing­

Oh, it wud Diver do for Larry O'Brien. Thin they put her in the docks, upon their big square

blocks, And she looked for all the world like a divil in the

stocks; .And wid their oakum and their kokum, .And th_e sailors, divil choke 'em,

For poor Lawrence O'Brien.

Chorus--Arrah, thin, Larry, och ! Larry, Blud and thunder to the girl that wud tarry, She wud niver do for Larry O'Brien.

Now I'm in wid the captain and the sailors, Likewise wid the coopers and the nailors ; Faith, I'll jist go and apply at the tailor's

To rig out poor Larry-O'Brien. rve escaped from all wonders, and I will, it's blood

and 'ound.s, Go show meself to some widdy, who has about

thirty thousand pounds ; Faith, I'll adore her, and rn implore her, De St. Patrick, I'll fall on me knees before her,

For to marry Mr. Lawrence O'Brien.

Chorua-Arrah, thin, Larry, och ! L~, Dlud and thunder to the girl that wud tarry, She wud nive: do for Larry O'Brien,

The Female Auctioneer.

Well, here I am! 11 And what of that?" Methinks I hear you cry ;

I am come, and that is pat ! To see if .you will buy•

A femalcl auctioneer J'. stand, llut not to seek for pelf;

For the only lot I've now on hand,

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ls just to sell myself. . . Chorus-And I'm-going, going, gomg, going,

'Who bids, who bids f~r me? . For I'm going, going, gomg, gomg,

Who bids, who bids for JXle?

Though some may deem me pert or so, They deal in idle strife ;

For where's the girl, I'd l~e to know, Would not become a wife ?

Indeed, I really think I should. In spite of all alarms ;

So bachelors, pray be so good As just to ta.kc me t~ your ~ 8 ; •

Chorus-For I'm g.oing, gomg, gomg, gomg, Who bids, who bids fo~ roe? .

And I'm going, going, gomg, going, Who bids, who bids for me?

Ye bachelors, my way towards you Should not your thoughts 1;0islead i

r~e never yet been called a 1lirt, Or coquette-no indeed !

My heart and hand I offer frur, And, if you bu~ the lo~

I'll vow all Caudlang I will spare, When Hymen ties the knot ! .

Choi:us-And I'm going, goir:1g, gowg, ~omg, Who bids, who bids fo~ me r .

For I'm going, going, gomg, goi;ig, Who bids, who bids for me ~

18 That's what's the Matter with llaunab.

"The price of gold's falling!" we hear people ba:wl-But it's up in_an hour and a qu&:ter, [mg,

mile we send 1t away to buy foreign array, To show off a wife or a daughter.

Gold cannot come down while our gals sweep tho town

With silks spreading out like a banner ; And the longer their trails, the hiqhcr gold sales,

And that's what's the matter with J:Iann.ah. The dragglc-trail dresses will no m?re d.istrel!S us,

As wipers far gentlemen's feet, sir; Tuck-upsarethefuBhionforthosewhowoulddashon,

And make a big show on the street, sir. Each belle now must flirt in a fifty yard skirt,

Festoon'd in upholstery manner; Now black tuck-ups float o'er a white petticoat,

And that's what's the matter with Hannah.

The war being over, our brave troops discover A new field to strike a few blows, iw-,

And lead off the dance for sly Louis, of France, With bis Dutch king in poor Mexico, slr.

We want no more glory, nor more territory, But we'll stand by the old Monroe bBIIIler;

And we'll have no king's nest in this world of the west,

And that's what's the matter with Hannah.

The petroleum fever, that proved such a lever, To grease all the wheels of creation,

Is simmering down overdone and done brown, Like a soap-bubble bustiflcation.

Some folks who struck "ile" made a blaze for a while,

With fast nags, champagne, and Havana; But wells pump'd too high arc apt to run dry,

And tbat's what'• the matter with Hannah.

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CALIFORNIA SONGSTER.

Adieu, adieu., my native Miner's ups and downs shore ! N evadR. city

After many roving years Oft In the stllly night, A life on tho ocean wave Onr city ~~~r;t!:t~!'i"e!o hi• army l~':'~ii:i~:r of pleasure California, ho! Rushing panic ln San Fran-Cnllfornla legislature cisco California over the left San Francisco J<'are thee well, thou.lonely Snn Francisco boatmen

one Some love to roam J<'11r o'er the deep blue sea • The California widow He never said he loved The dark-eyed sailor Highland l\1ary 'rbe false one Honeymoon dlfficuUiea The !J'irl I left behind me I knew by the smoke 'l'hc 1ow-back'd car J obn Chinaman The sea Life In California 'rhe ell ver moon Love was once a little boy 'Tie the last rose of som-Meet me by moonlight mer Miner's lament To BackuA' minstrels

BELLA UNION HELODEON 80:NGSTEB.

Aunt Jemima's plaster Bell Brandon Bonny, bolll\y J"een CRptoln Cottage by the sea Der radish girl Don't be angry, mother Dumb wife Emma Jane Erin Is my home

• Ever of thee Exhibition faJr Female Auctioneer Florence Jo'ay Go seek me there ! Hoops Rope that breathes of

spring I'll return to tjw l.nd of

my fathers I will and I won't Jennie ls ip.y da,Ung Kiss me q1dck, and g& ! Larry O'IlriE\11 Lock or gra.x ha,fr

Millie of the vale Miller's lament My Mary Ann Natural acoomplhhments Not married yet! Old arm chair Old tom c11t Oh whistle, nnlt I'll come &c Pllddy Haggarty Pen and Ink Pull back Rat-el\tcher's daughter

N~:ri.1!r~h~c•-u Some on c to love Star of ftle evening Styrian lover 'I'hotl bast learned to love

another 'I'hy daughters, Columbia,

are fairest Use of money Wandering- maid 'War down in Maine Whisper wh11t thou feclcst

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:BEN. COTTON'S OWN SONGSTER, No. a. All hail to IDys1e1 Linger in blissful repose All's for the beat Love me little, love me long A national song " Mother kissed me in my Annie Laurie dreams" Annie of the vale Nancy Jane Bacon and green• Napolitaine Battle-cry of freedom Nettie is no more Ben's o\lmion of the war On the field of battle, mother BPother • fainting.at the Our Union, right or wrong

door ;people will talk Brother, tell me of the battle Sambo, I have missed you Call me bot back from the Sammy Slap, the bill-sticker

echoless shore Something to love me Come in, and shut the door Sound on the Union Daisy Deane Stand up for Uncle Sam, my Dear motber, I've come boys

home to die · Ta.ppioca Den _you'll remember me The 1atest dispa.tch Good ole times The moon behind the hill Grafted into the 11rmy The poll-ta.Jr man Happy-go-lucky The sunny hours of child-How do you do, Alabama 1 hood I'd choose to be a baby The va.cant chair I have no mother now Topics of the day I loved that dear old ftag the "Trust to luoli,"

best ·we'll fight for:Uncle Abe I'm a youTlc! man from the We stand here uniwtl I.

country When I saw sweet Nellie&c I'm goiug to fight mit Siegel When Johnny comes march-Introduction in!'t home John Jones Who 11 care for mother now~ Johnny was a shoemaker Wouldn't you like to know I Just before the battle, mo- Write a letter to my mother

ther Yes, I would thv war were 'Ktu me k(10(\);1iJ!!it, lJ\Otber over .

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JOHNsm(s NEW COMIC SO:NGS, No. 2. An oft-tohl tale Backbone Darling Nelly Gray Don't shoot Gentle Annie Gold-parody Good news from home Home again I couldn't stand the press Is it a sin? I wish I was a Mormonite John Chinaman In Cali-

fornia Josh, John Last cake-parody

tlf~ 1:'8~flr~~:{:ners lllRggie by my side' Miner's ups nnd downs Melting accident

Miner's lament, :jS"o. 3 Miner's winter My log cabin home New year•s~alls Old Zenas Oh! home ofmy boyhood Oh! I'm going home Poker Jim The abandoned elaim--paro-

dy The broken U}iner 'l'he dying Californian 'fhe miner's lament '11he miner's lament No. 2 The IQiner's love The miner's eong •rwenty years -ngo We met in the gay halls of _ pleasure Willie, we have missed you

SIG. ABEcco's SENTIMENTAL SONGSTER;

4nnie of the val~ Our good old friends Be kind to the loved ones Our good ship sails to-night Be merry to-night Our Willie dear is dying! Blue violets Parthenia to Ino-omar Cora Lee Rock me to sleeP, mother Cottage by the sea Secino- Nellie home Do they think of me at home Stand'ard of freedom Evangeline 'fhe cot where I was born ]<',iiry Belle The dearest spot on earth to ]<'lag of the free ! me God is with the right 'l'he fair enchantress Happr be thy dreams The moon behind the hill Hark. I hear an angel sing Then you'll remember me I have no mother now J The old play ground I'm leaving tJ:tee in sorro)V, There's light on the wave 1

,Annie . The widow's last prayer • Kiss me good-mght, mo- The wife

ther The wife's dream La Neapollt11ine-serenade Thou art fat' away Let me kiss him for his mo- Viva l' America

tiler Welcome home Linger in blissfyl repose When this eruel w11r is O'Wer Motller, oh, sing me to rest Who'll care fo1• mother now? My lowland home Willie's on the dark blue sea Uy native home Yes, I would the war were No one to loye over

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PUT's GOLDEN SONGSTER, No. 2. .A. California ball Sacramento gals A miners' meeting So would I A ripping trip Steam navigation thieves And thus he.spoke Sweet :Betsy from Pike California bank robbers That is even so California mining localities The happy miner California stage compan, The last good bye Hangtown ga.J,s The miner's dream He ought to know The mountain cottage He's the man for me Then hurrah for home! I am sad and lonely here The sensible miner I often think of writing The rowdy

home The shady old camp Loss of the Central Ame- The unhapp? miner

rica The vocal mmer On 'board tlle steamer War in camp

· Parting friends You who don't believe it

THE SALLY COME UP SONGSTER,

An original negro medley Nothing more Be mine, dear maid Nuffin' more Broken-hearted I'll wander Oh fie, Miss Smart, oh fie! Dieu Vons le Rende Oh, she had such taking Do you really think she did ways Fireman's chant One ni~t while wandering Fireman's chorus Peter Gray 'Friseo,Bay Polly Bluck Good bye, sweetheart, good Queer news from home

bye · Sally, come up! I never does nothing at all Sally Sly In happy moments The b_old fire1!'-an . l Joe in the .copper The l!tt).e dog s ta,I Ladies, won't you marry ? The bttle old woman Les amours de Mens. Chou- The long1 long, weary day

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THE J"OHN BROWN SONGSTER.

Abraham's daughter Paddy'• secession All we ask is, to be let alone Soldier'• tear America the anchor and South Carolina gentleman

hope of the world St.ar-spangled ban11.er Batt~ hymn of the Repub- Still tloat, spangled banner

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